Return to Transit

I hope it’s like a muscle memory –
the ease with which I ride a bus or train.
I’m sure the skills will soon come back to me,
although it’s been four hundred seven days
since I had public transit liberty.
My kids were Covid-cautious, and they pled
for my restraint. Now shot immunity
is likely, and the traffic’s grown a pain.
I found my card. I’ll load it hopefully.

(Magic 9)

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